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Dec 2014
A day goes by and clouds float home,
past field and flower, beyond the light,
where they go in their pleasant roam?
Fills the mind with simple delights.

A weary sun slides across the blues,
from sky and sea, it wavers goodbye,
a welcome change through evening's hues.
Appreciation in thought filled sighs.

A day goes by and welcomes lights,
of stars adorning the moonlit dome,
submerged beneath serene, sweet night,
dreams fill the the air, like softest moans.
Composed laying, awake to the chirping of crickets.
Phil B
Written by
Phil B  M/Perth
     Traveler, --- and Daisy May
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